Dreamfeather

We are such stuff as dreams are made of.
A feather, floating across a crowded room,
Giving a chance to just...
...rest a little.

Dreams of me, dreams of you,
Together in a rainstorm, you told me you missed me
My cheeks grew hot as you reached up to my face...

Shame I was only sleeping.

Sweet dreams are made from candlelight,
A flicker, swift touch, nothing to remember.

"Why can't I dream?" She asked, as if I could hear her.
Touched by her words I whispered;
Because dreams are mere illusions,

Shattered by reality.

I'm not sleeping, now.